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A Winter’s Tale

Posted on December 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Satyr Stardust was ready to undertake the quest for which his whole life had been a ritual initiation, into and through the hidden heart of dark mysterious woods to the liminal edge of What Dreams May Come.

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Nightwatch

Posted on December 4, 2018 by John Biscello

Kin to symmetry, dreams, like roses, flare the course– Stalk your own wild seeds.

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Do You See What I See?

Posted on December 4, 2018 by John Biscello

In the lighted cursive of stars, she finds herself, coursing, a glaring speck of cosmic language, a flickerflash dot yellowing in a deluge of night-sea, tethered to distant moons and Memory, of who she was, and is, tenderly traced and … Continue reading →

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The Door

Posted on December 3, 2018 by John Biscello

The green woman from my dream handed me an ax, told me to break down the door. I held the ax limply, hesitating. Break down the door, she insisted, an overbite to her tone, this time adding the word goddamn. … Continue reading →

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Turn

Posted on December 3, 2018 by John Biscello

How fragile we are, how marvelous in our turns to matter, in love.    

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Bask

Posted on December 2, 2018 by John Biscello

Every last star ghosts its own holy rapture– we, a part of, bask.

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In Stars

Posted on December 2, 2018 by John Biscello

Behind starry veils, embers crackle blue and gold– You were there, dancing.

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Winter

Posted on December 2, 2018 by John Biscello

Dreamed: wine-dark roses blooming in early winter– Grief, subject to change.

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Vertigo, Uncut

Posted on December 2, 2018 by John Biscello

He understood that to unhook stars you sometimes had to stand on tall buildings. Really tall buildings. Vertigo was reflected back to him, bigtime.  

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Game of Chance

Posted on December 1, 2018 by John Biscello

He had searched high and low, mostly low, but he knew his fate waited somewhere between a wrong number and an empty glass. He squeezed his lucky rabbit’s foot before entering.

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